Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DARREN LUCAS PIERRE
Songwriter
Richard Tyrone Brantley
Songwriter
Jordan Milligan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dee3x
Producer
Lyrics
Riding through the city we just Looking for some trouble
Thumbing through the racks tryna Make that shit double
Uh huh
Oh yeah
**** say they always ready ain't Prepared
Freddy fingers I'm your worst Nightmare
We gone fuck this club up we don't Care
Got some **** twisting fingers in The air
If your bitch see us better say a Prayer
I'm in the whip with my members
It get cold like December
Look like a saint
I'm a sinner
Flashing racks look like dinner
Cause I'm hungry
Bitch I'm starving
Been a long time we got it from the Bottom
It's a celebration
Where the bottles
Everywhere I got they follow
Only got one tip and they hollow
Only one tip yo bitch wanna swallow
Riding through the city we just Looking for some trouble
(Fuck em up)
Thumbing through the racks tryna Make that shit double
(Fuck em up)
Uh huh
Oh yeah
(Fuck em up)
**** say they always ready ain't Prepared
(Fuck em up)
Freddy fingers I'm your worst Nightmare
(Fuck em up)
We gone fuck this club up we don't Care
(Fuck em up)
Got some **** twisting fingers in The air
(Fuck em up)
If your bitch see us better say a Prayer
Can't take a break
We gon fuck the club up and make it Rage
Don't be acting like my friend if you Ain't gang
I can't be around that side cuz they all Fakes
We only rollin with that flame
Bitch I been willin
Can't sit around like I ain't him you Know I'm vibin
With the liquor in my dome im Losing timing
Fuck around the gang you know we Slidin
Riding through the city we just Looking for some trouble
(Fuck em up)
Thumbing through the racks tryna Make that shit double
(Fuck em up)
Uh huh
Oh yeah
(Fuck em up)
**** say they always ready ain't Prepared
(Fuck em up)
Freddy fingers I'm your worst Nightmare
(Fuck em up)
We gone fuck this club up we don't Care
(Fuck em up)
Got some **** twisting fingers in The air
(Fuck em up)
If your bitch see us better say a Prayer
Fuck all that talkin I run it up
When I'm that mode I slide in the yo
I'm lookin at Sam like cut it Up
I hear em talkin but won't walk it
You **** too small ain't cut enough
As a Yungin all I wanted was a buddy Buck
Now I'm getting paid to do these Uppercuts
Dee in this bitch goin crazy
Jumpin on this fuckin beat we doin Double Dutch
If he don't have no dollar to his Name
He ain't one of us
We know what happened in the Bible when they cut his Dreads Off
Take a piece of Carbon Beam
And cut his fuckin legs off
When I hop up in the Stu I
(Fuck em up)
They know I be rollin with my crew We
(Fuck em up)
If I get into it then I gotta
(Fuck em up)
When I'm wit Douzy & Foolie you Know I gotta Fuck Em Up
Written by: DARREN LUCAS PIERRE, Jordan Milligan, Richard Tyrone Brantley
